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Dream of a Street in Heaven
Appeared in the Spring 2004 issue.
It must have been the spring: the honeysuckle
flowers fell over the wall. The wall was stone
broken by a gnarled oak. The road was stone
with sunlight spilling across it. A trickle
of water dripped from the vines. A rusted plow
set lines of shadows. Birds perched upon
it, or flew to the crest of a wooden door.
It opened when you touched me.
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